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***I walk down the halls jamming to my Pandora Radio, and squeezing through students to get to my locker before reporting to lunch.
By the time I got some money from my locker almost everyone has made their way to the lunch room. Shrugging I walk in and place my bags down at a window seat before walking to lunch bar completely ignoring and walking past the actual lunch line. As I'm sliding into line someone steps in front of me abruptly, cause me to stutter step and fall into them. His arms wrap around me as well as my own. Realizing what the hell just happened I push back but find his arms locked around me, ok this is what freaked me out.
Normally I would freak out and start shaking and have a panic attack INSTANTLY, but I kinda felt safe in a way in this persons arms but after a few seconds it sunk in and my chest started to hurt, my palms sweating and my heart clenching. Wriggling excessively I manage to duck under his arms crouching down and backing away, shaking surprising vigorously. Looking down at my shaking hands I look back up at the people watching with my eyes open wide and alert, that's when I realize that guy that was holding me was Foxal. I gasp and whip around and race out to the parking lot only to turn back around and make my way to the secret garden. Laying down I let the warm rays calm my racing heart.
It's ok it's ok. It's. OK.
"Nichole Blaze I know you hear me!" I jump up and stumble, falling on my ass, trying to turn and make eye contact with no other then Fox that sneaky rat. I lay there my arms propping me up one leg stretched out the other slightly bent. "..Nichole? A-Are you okay?" He comes closer and I can't help but arch my body away from him slightly hoping he couldn't notice. His eyes snap down to my body and I knew he saw, he stopped advancing at his intimidating height and dropped to his knees. He slowly starts crawling towards me, and it's surprisingly not as scary. My tensed body relaxes just slightly.
He stops at my foot and he leans back up on his heels and his hand reaches out and my foots flinches back more it too is slightly bent and he retracts his hand. He looks into my eyes and I grimace, he reaches out again and manages to touch my legs which surprisingly isn't scaring me to where I feel trapped. He steadily moves his way closer to me until he is right beside me, suddenly he whips around and is behind me and my eyes only widen. My breath only hitches, and that's when I feel hands under my arms and my body leaving the ground, I try to lurch forward but he caught me in mid air by the same grip and this time I try to pry his hands off.
"Let me go! Eh!" He plops me in his lap, me still wriggling around, and wraps his arms around me. After a few jerks I stop fighting and lean back into him breathing hard, with only one thought: I'm scared. I close my eyes whimpering thinking when my mother use to hold me.
"Shhh... everything will be alright..."
I snap out of my flashback when he starts rocking me and my legs bend ready to jump away, my hands finding his arms. I wriggle around throwing my head back and all over the place trying to loosen his grip but he just clung tighter. I slammed my body backwards into him and we go flying back into the grass. He tumbles and I land on my stomach and I get up and runaway only to be dragged back down by my ankles.
By now all the calm I had felt has disappeared and I swing my arm back and sock him in the face, making him let go of my ankle and grab his bloody nose. "What the hell?" He grabs for me and I kick his hand away before scrambling up and running off. Ignoring all the stares and whatnot I just loose myself in the corridors and open random doors trying to find a safe place to calm down. I finally open a door to the old gym that isn't really used anymore except for the few P. E. Classes.
Racing up the stairs into the concrete stands I find a door on the little balcony that no one has ever really noticed and try to jerk it open. Nothing.

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